Chapter Fifty Seven

“We’re going to dinner.”

I looked up. Dayton was standing in my doorway, her hands on her hips and her eyes glued to me. Slumped on the sofa, like usual.

“We are?”

“Yes. We are. And we’re going now.”

I looked at my fluffy, blue slippers. “I’m really not dressed for Aaron’s standard of restaurant.”

“So get off your ass and get changed.”

I swung my legs around with a huff. My eyes glanced over at her—she was wearing skinny jeans, but they were teamed with a loose, sheer blouse, a fitted blazer, and a pair of darling Chanel heels. I knew because I’d been staring at them lovingly online for weeks.

“And if I don’t?”

She rolled her eyes. “Then you won’t hear about Aaron’s fun, new project.”

“I need to hear about it?”

“You do. It’s important. So move.” She